Training to become a porn star

She’s just an innocent little rookie that doesn’t really know what to do in order to please a man right but… Don’t worry, one shoot for Real Brutal Sex will be enough to change it. Watch her get taught to handle two dicks at once!

# The Chameleon

At eighteen, Janet Cole was an attractive young lady. Although
considered tiny at 5 foot 4 inches and only 98 pounds, her body and
legs were well proportioned and shapely. Her beautiful, heart shaped
face had the delicate features of a porcelain doll, with large blue
eyes, full pouting lips, and an upturned button nose. She wore her
blond hair long, reaching to the center of her back. Somewhat self
conscious about her height, Janet usually wore four inch high heels
with short skirts to give the illusion that she was taller than she
really was.

Janet was in the ” Touch-a-Glass” night club with some of her girl
friends. They had known each other for years, and it was normal for the
four of them to go the nicer clubs in town on Friday nights if they
didn’t have dates. Not ” on the make” , they were here to dance and
talk and just have some fun.

Janet sipped her drink, only half listening to Christy’s story about
her date the previous Saturday. While Jenny and Denise were interested,
Janet had heard all about it at lunch. The guy had seemed really nice
at first, but later in the evening turned into an octopus.

” I swear” Christy was saying, ” it seemed like he had eight hands.
They were everywhere! I finally had to slap him to get him to stop
pawing me. Then when I demanded he take me home, he couldn’t understand
why!”

” I know” replied Denise, ” I’ve run into assholes like that. It’s like
they think you owe them something.”

Unlike Denise, Janet had a hard time feeling sorry for Christy in this
instance. She should have seen that the guy was a jerk before she went
out with him. Janet drew her fair share of admiring glances from men,
and she had also heard her fair share of pickup lines, some good, some
bad. Although still a virgin, which she was determined to remain until
married, Janet considered herself to be world-wise and capable of
taking care of herself in any situation. After all, she considered
herself to be a good judge of people and would never associate with
anyone who she considered the least bit questionable. While she knew
that bad people existed, she knew in her heart that her own good
judgment would keep her safe. The fact that Christy didn’t take time to
really evaluate the guy before she went out with him was really her own
fault.

Carl Morgan sipped his beer at the bar and once again looked towards
the petite blond sitting with the three other girls. Although Carl was
himself 6 foot and 195 pounds, he had always been attracted to smaller
girls. There was just something so feminine about them. He continued
watching her, trying to judge the best way to approach her. Different
moves for different chicks. Carl knew that plenty of guys blew good
chances just because they didn’t evaluate the girl before making their
move. This one for example. Carl noticed that she sipped her drink,
consuming less than her three friends. She wouldn’t be attracted to a
heavy drinker. She smiled and talked with her friends, but she wasn’t
loud or boisterous like the red head with her. She would like a guy who
was friendly, but quiet. She was nicely dressed without being showy.
She would want someone with a little style, a little class. Carl, the
consummate actor, began working himself into the role he would play.

Janet had noticed the young man at the bar who kept glancing at her.
Not in a leering way; more like shyly, as if he were trying to work up
his nerve to come over. Janet liked guys like that. They weren’t pushy.
Handsome, she thought, without the swagger of the conceited. Tall, well
built with an athletic look about him. Dark wavy hair. Nicely dressed
in a casual way; jeans and a really nice sweater. She noticed that he
was nursing his beer, which was another point in his favor. Janet
decided that if he looked over again, she would smile at him. Give him
a little encouragement to overcome his shyness.

Carl glanced over again, and this time the little blond smiled at him.
Carl glanced down at the floor for an instant with his best ” aw
shucks” look before looking over and smiling back. Her smile widened.
He had been right. The ” shy guy” ploy had been the right one for this
chick. Carl acted as if he were hesitating for an instant, then slid
off his bar stool and walked towards the table.

” My names Carl, and I was wondering if, um, you might like to dance?”

” I’m Janet, and I’d love to” Janet replied as she stood up.

Normally, Janet would only dance a few times with guys she met in
clubs. Once she made it obvious that she wasn’t interested in having a
sexual adventure with them, most guys moved on to see what else they
could find. Carl was different, though. While he made it obvious that
he thought she was attractive, he didn’t come on to her, didn’t make
any of the sly sexual remarks that guys for some reason thought were
cool. He was a good conversationalist, and really showed an interest in
what she had to say. Older than Janet, Carl was twenty three and a
senior in college. Suddenly, the lights came up. It was closing time.
Without even realizing it, Janet had spent the whole evening with Carl,
dancing sand talking.

” Darn! I didn’t realize it was so late.” Carl said.

” I know,” agreed Janet ” it doesn’t seem like it should be closing
time already.”

” You rode in with your friends, right? Well, I was wondering, um….”
Oh no, thought Janet, here it comes! The line! How about if I give you
a ride home. Yeah, right. ” ….would you mind if I walked you and your
friends to your car. It may sound silly and old fashioned, but I’d feel
better.”

Janet could hardly believe it! This guy was great! ” Of course you can,
Carl. I’d like that.”

” You know Janet, well, I’d like to see you again, and I thought maybe
we could go out for coffee or something tomorrow. Maybe a movie?”

” I’d like that. Let me give you my number, and you can call me
tomorrow.”

Carl escorted the four young ladies to their car, said good night, and
watched them drive out of the parking lot. Another mistake too many
guys made was pushing too fast. Carl was in no hurry, he had plenty of
time. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He hadn’t
smoked in the club because it didn’t fit the image he was trying to put
forth to this sweet young thing. Yeah, Carl thought as he lit a
cigarette, sweet young thing. Carl liked them young. Small and young.
He took a deep drag on the cigarette and inhaled. Tomorrow night, he
thought. Tomorrow night we open your package, sweet thing.

” I tell you, Jenny, this guy is just great! He called me today and we
talked for nearly three hours. He is just so great! He’s taking me to ”
Devotions” for dinner tonight! You know, that really cool place out in
the country? Do you believe it? ” Devotions” of all places! Isn’t that
just too great?”

” God, Janet, I’ve never seen you like this before! It’s like you’re
gushing!”

” I am not! It’s just that he’s so different than the guys I’m use to.”

” Well of course he’s different, silly! He’s not one of the high school
guys you’ve dated, he’s a college man!”

” I know! He’s just so much more than the kids I’ve known. Even Danny.
I mean, I thought Danny was just everything! But compared to Carl,
well….Look, I’ve got to go. Carl will be here soon, and I still have
to get ready. Talk to you later!”

” Okay, bye” Jenny said as she heard Janet hang up. As she put down the
receiver, she felt a sudden worry come over her. Something didn’t seem
right. What was it? ” Devotions” ! That was it! ” Devotions” just
didn’t seem to be the type of place a shy guy like Carl would pick! Far
too trendy. Jenny shook her head, shrugging off the feeling. Janet knew
what she was doing. She could take care of herself. Besides, Carl was
so nice!

Janet put on her high heels and buckled the straps around her slim
ankles. She then checked her outfit in the mirror. A white ruffled silk
blouse, a short black skirt with the wide black patent leather belt,
natural colored pantyhose, and the black patent leather heels with the
ankle straps. Stylish and good looking without being too showy. And it
showed off her legs, of which she was justifiably proud.

” Janet!” her mother called from downstairs, ” you have company.”

” I’ll be down in a second, mother!” Her purse! Where was her purse?!
She hadn’t been this nervous about a date in ages! She knew why. It was
because she was already thinking that maybe Carl was the one! The one
she would spend her life with. God, was it possible!

As she reached the bottom of the steps, she heard Carl’s voice in the
living room. ” Oh, I think they’ll make it to the playoffs, but they
don’t have a chance at the Super Bowl, not without a tighter offence.”

” Agreed,” came her fathers voice ” but the owners don’t want to lay
out the money to get the right people. They want a winning team without
making the needed investment.”

” Daddy! Not football again!” Janet said as she entered the living
room.

Carl immediately stood up, his eyes lighting up and his smile widening
as he saw Janet. ” Geeez, you look absolutely great! I mean, you’re
just beautiful!”

” Why thank you kind sir” Janet smiled back. ” And may I return the
compliment?”

” Well, um, are you ready, then?” Carl asked.

” Anytime,” Janet said turning to the door.

Carl shook Mr. Cole’s hand and said ” It was a pleasure meeting you,
sir. You too, Mrs. Cole. And don’t worry, I’ll take good care of your
daughter.”

As they watched the car pull out of the drive way, Mr. Cole said to his
wife, ” You know, dear, when Janet first told us about Carl, I wasn’t
too fond of the idea. You know, with him being older and in college.
But now that I’ve met him….”

Dinner had been like a dream come true to Janet. The waiter never
questioned her age when Carl ordered them drinks before dinner, or when
he ordered the bottle of wine with dinner. And what a great dinner it
was. Nobody had ever brought her to a restaurant like this before.
After dinner, Carl ordered them each a coffee and a brandy. Although
the brandy was too strong for her taste, she drank it because Carl said
it was to celebrate a very special occasion: their first date! She
simply couldn’t refuse!

Back in the car, Janet felt light headed, but completely relaxed as she
leaned her head against Carl’s shoulder. She wasn’t completely drunk,
but well into the tipsy stage. Carl turned the car off the main road.

” Where are we going?” Janet asked.

” Oh, there’s someplace special I want to show you. Special to me. My
father used to bring me fishing back here when I was a kid. That was
before he died.”

” I’m sorry” said Janet, ” I didn’t know.”

” It’s okay. No way you could know. But that’s why it’s special back
here. And I wanted to show it to you because you’re special, too.”

They were on a dirt road now that ran near the lake. Carl turned again,
pulling onto a little used track that wound under and between the
trees. Pulling almost to the edge of the lake Carl stopped the car and
turned off the engine. With the headlights out, the only light came
from the moon reflecting off the lake.

” It’s beautiful back here,” Janet said.

” Not as beautiful as you,” Carl said as he leaned over and kissed her
gently. Janet responded to the kiss, slipping her left arm around
Carl’s waist and her right around his neck. They continued kissing,
Carl rubbing his left hand up down her side. Then the hand moved
further, moving onto her right breast.

Janet pulled back. ” Don’t.” she said as she pushed his hand away.

” Okay, babe,” Carl said ” okay.”

They resumed kissing, but in almost no time his hand was back on her
breast.

” Please, Carl, don’t do that.” she said as she pushed his hand down
off of her breast. His hand kept moving down as he began kissing across
her cheek to the right side of her neck, pressing her back against the
seat. His hand moved down along her side, along her hip to the outside
of her right thigh.

” Carl, stop it.”

Down the nylon clad leg and up onto the knee.

” Carl, please, that’s enough.”

Then she felt his hand move to the inside of her left thigh, squeezing
and rubbing as he continued kissing and licking her neck, pinning her
to the seat with his body.

” Carl, please! Please stop it!”

And then his hand was up under her skirt, grabbing and rubbing her
crotch. She tried to push his hand away with her one free arm, but he
was too strong. She twisted her body, pushing against him at the same
time.

” Don’t! Quit it! I don’t want to do this!” Janet pleaded to no avail.

Somehow, she managed to pull away from him. Grabbing her by the
shoulders, Carl slammed her back against the seat, again pinning her
with his body. With Janet’s left arm pinned between him and the seat,
and his right arm behind her, Carl twisted Janet’s right arm up behind
her back and grabbed her wrist with his right hand. With both of
Janet’s arms immobilized, Carl crushed his mouth to hers as his free
hand grabbed her breast, squeezing and twisting.

Janet managed to twist her mouth free of Carl’s as the pain he was
causing registered in her mind.

” Oh God! Stop it! Please stop it! You’re hurting me!”

She felt his hands working the buttons of her blouse, felt him pulling
it open. He pulled the blouse down off her shoulder. Pulling the bra
strap off her shoulder, he pushed the cup of her bra down exposing her
breast to his hand. Roughly he grabbed and squeezed her nipple, sending
another surge of pain through her.

” Don’t! Please stop it! You’re hurting me! Please STOP!” she begged
through her tears as she began crying in both pain and frustration. She
twisted and squirmed, but she couldn’t get away form him. He was all
over her.

Carl pulled her away from the back of the seat, turned her and threw
her backwards. Janet found herself flat on her back with Carl on top of
her. He pulled her blouse and bra down to her waist, completely
exposing her upper chest. His mouth went to her breasts, licking and
sucking her nipples. Her arms free now, she grabbed his head and tried
to force it away, but she couldn’t get any leverage. While he kept
sucking and chewing on her nipples, she felt Carl’s hands pulling her
skirt up around her waist.

His weight crushing her to the seat, Janet twisted her body trying to
get away from him. She dug her high heels into the car seat, trying to
get enough leverage to push him away, but he was too strong, too heavy.
She felt his hands grabbing the waist band of her pantyhose and
panties, forcing them down over her hips to the middle of her thighs as
Carl crushed her mouth under his.

Suddenly, before Janet realized what was happening, Carl was off of
her. He was kneeling on the floor next to the seat, his hands grasping
the waist band of her pantyhose and panties. Janet tried to grab for
her pantyhose and panties, but before she could, Carl jerked them down
over her knees and around her ankles. As she tried to sit up, Carl
slammed back into her, forcing her onto her back as he once more was on
top of her. She felt him using his knees to force her legs apart, felt
him move between her legs, felt him reach down to undo his pants.

She was completely exposed to him. Her blouse, bra and skirt bunched
around her waist, her pantyhose and panties around her ankles. She was
helpless and terrified. Why was this happening to her? What had she
done to deserve this? She felt him open his pants and push them down,
exposing himself as he continued kissing and licking her breasts, neck
and face.

Then she felt him pressing his penis against her vagina, trying to
force himself inside her. Janet fought harder, with a strength born of
desperation. She pushed against him, she twisted her body, she kicked
with her legs. Janet did everything she could, but it wasn’t enough.
She felt the head of his dick enter her.

” No! Carl, please no! I don’t want it to be like this! Not like this!
PLEASE STOP IT!”

Carl continued pushing against her, moving farther into her.

” Oh God please don’t! Please don’t! GET OFF OF ME!” Janet begged as
she felt him move deeper into her with every thrust.

Janet was a small girl inside as well as outside, and as Carl forced
himself deeper into her, she felt as if she were being torn in half.
Then Janet felt him hit up against her hymen, felt him pull back and
hit it again.

Janet screamed and arched her back in pain as Carl tore through her
hymen, ripping it apart without any thought of even trying to be
gentle. He slammed himself completely into her, forcing himself as deep
into her as he could. Janet felt him withdraw from her, then slam into
her again, over and over. She had never felt such intense pain in her
life. She knew there was nothing that she could do. She collapsed and
quit fighting. It was useless. She closed her eyes and prayed that it
would be over soon.

Carl ignored her. He continued pumping in and out of Janet, enjoying
the feeling of her tiny body under his. His hands continued rubbing
over every part of her body. He wrapped his hand into her hair,
twisting it to hold her head still while he kissed her. Her pain,
terror and frustration were his pleasure. He lifted up so he could see
her face, her eyes squeezed shut, her teeth clenched, tears rolling
down her cheeks.

” God, Janet, you feel so good!” he groaned as he stroked slowly in and
out of her.

” Please. P-please h-hurry. Please j-j-just h-hurry.” Janet whimpered
softly, just wanting it to be over as quickly as possible.

” Hurry?” Carl spoke into her ear. ” Why, I can’t hurry. Didn’t you
hear me tell your father that I’d take good care of his daughter?
That’s what I’m going to do, Janet. I’m going to take good care of
you!”

Janet couldn’t believe this was happening. Why her? What did she do
wrong? Why was she being punished so terribly? She felt Carl pulling
all most all the way out of her, then pushing slowly back into her,
over and over. Moaning and sweating on top of her, moving inside of
her. He wasn’t lying, she thought. He was going to drag this out, keep
using her for God only knew how long. Please, God, she prayed silently,
please let it end. Please help me. But there was no help for Janet this
night.

Janet had been watching the clock on the dash board to try and take her
mind off what was happening to her. The minutes crawled slowly by while
Carl continued stroking in and out of her, his hands roaming over her
body. Ten minutes. Fifteen. Twenty. Would it never end? In addition to
the pain she felt from being torn open, Janet was now growing sore from
the extended use of her body. Twenty-five minutes. Dear God enough!
Almost thirty minutes, and she felt Carl begin to move quicker, heard
his breathing become more pronounced.

” Oh God!” Janet thought ” He’s going to come! He’s going to come
inside me!” For the first time, the realization hit her that she could
become pregnant this night.

Terror filled Janet as she felt Carl moving faster, stroking deep
inside her with every thrust. She twisted and pushed at him, pushing
with her legs. She got her hands on his hips and tried to push him out
of her. Still he kept driving into her, faster and faster, deeper with
every thrust.

” Nnnuhh-nnuhh-nnuhh-nnuhh” Janet moaned with every thrust Carl made
into her body. She squeezed her eyes as tightly shut as she could,
gritting her teeth against the pain and frustration.

Carl lifted up so he could see Janet’s face. He was driving himself
into her at a terrific rate, over and over. He felt himself approaching
orgasm.

” Oh, Janet! Oh, Janet! Ohhhhh!” Carl moaned as he felt the load
building within him.

Janet opened her eyes now. Opened them wide with terror. Carl stared
into her eyes, the fear he saw there adding to his frenzy. He was
driving into her now like a machine, faster and harder with each
thrust. She felt what was going to happen, felt him swelling inside
her. She began crying uncontrollably, her tears exciting him even more.

” YES! AAAHHHHRRRRR! GOD YES!” Carl yelled out his pleasure as he drove
himself deeply into Janet’s tiny body.

” OOHHHHNNOOOOGODNOOOOOooooohhhhhh-oh-oh-oh!!” Janet screamed.

Janet could feel Carl spray his come deep inside her body, felt him
coming heavily, again and again with each thrust into her. She pushed
against his hips, trying to get him out of her, but it was no use. Carl
blew his entire load deep inside her. She felt it’s sickening warmth as
it mixed with her bodily fluids and the blood from her shattered
virginity. Janet felt sick to her stomach. She wanted to vomit. She
wanted to die. Carl collapsed on top of her, breathing deeply as he
softened inside her. Janet lay there sobbing quietly while Carl’s dead
weight on top of her crushed her into the seat. Finally, Carl lifted
himself off her, moving behind the steering wheel.

Janet lay there for a moment in shock. Then, as Carl lit a cigarette,
Janet slowly pulled herself to a sitting position as close to the
passenger door and as far away from Carl as possible. Her blouse hung
open and her skirt was still bunched around her waist. Her pantyhose
and panties were down around her ankles. She felt the mixture of semen,
blood and her own fluids coating the inside of her thighs, felt it
seeping out of her vagina and draining onto the seat. How did this
happen to her? How could this have possibly happened to her?

Slowly, crying quietly, Janet pulled her bra back into position and
buttoned her blouse. Reaching down, she straightened out her pantyhose
and panties and slowly pulled them up into their proper position.
Finally, she pulled her skirt back down. She felt so dirty! All she
wanted was a hot shower. An incredibly hot shower!

” Take me home.” Janet almost whispered.

” What’s your hurry, babe? The nights still young.”

” I SAID TAKE ME HOME!” Janet screamed in near hysteria.

” Okay, bitch. That’s what you want, that’s what you’ll fucking get!”
Carl grumbled as he pitched his cigarette out the window. ” Stupid
little cunt. You weren’t that good anyway. It would have been better if
you had co-operated a little. Who the fuck do you think you are,
anyway?”

Janet couldn’t believe her ears! Carl had raped her. Raped her!! Raped
her and stolen her virginity!! And he was mad at her because she had
fought him! He was mad at her!! What kind of sick animal was he?

” How could I have not seen it?” Janet wondered to herself. ” How could
I have not seen what he was like? This was my fault. All my fault
because I didn’t see what he was like! How could I have been so
stupid?”

When Carl got her home, Janet got out of the car without a word. Still
angry, Carl slammed the car into gear and burned rubber down the
street.

” Thank God my parents are in bed.” thought Janet as she noticed the
house was dark. She took several showers that night, yet she still felt
dirty. Going to bed, she spent a sleepless night with her own personal
demons.

Janet would keep the nightmare to herself, blaming herself, for nearly
thirty years. She had never realized that there were people like Carl,
chameleons who could appear to be anyone or anything that others wanted
to see, people with no real shred of decency about them. And so she
continued to blame herself for not seeing Carl for what he was. Janet
would finally, after twenty years of marriage, tell her husband what
happened that night. With his love and support, Janet finally came to
the realization that what happened had not been her fault. Carl was the
guilty party, not her. She was a victim. A rape survivor. Finally,
after so many years, she began to find peace.

NOTE: Everybody has fantasies of one kind or another. Some fantasize
about movie stars. Some fantasize about having sex in strange places.
Some people fantasize about rape. There is absolutely nothing wrong
with that, so long as they stay fantasies. Read these stories. Write
your own. Enjoy. But if you ever index to contemplate moving beyond the
fantasy stage to reality, do the world a favor. Before destroying an
innocent life, before condemning another human being to years of agony,
stick a gun in your mouth and pull the trigger. Trust me, it will be
better for everyone concerned, yourself included.